In the vain, all the world strike the conspiracy.
And sing the song of true manliness and glee.
Sense of justice crossed the distance mendaciously,
All is the reflection of false notion, not to agree.
Although some want a little more to explore, but,
The only fear to crub is, to rise, to fall anymore,
Looser fear to fall and winner drive to rise more.
Of such a wit a man should have anymore
The wealthy, of great ego and fame in his name.
Had a kind of respect, comely and legacy to protect.
Nevertheless, a poor, begger, rich, healthy all in front.
By same oaths, making mere breathed name of god.
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